Not 24 hours after writing about my impulse to get quieter, to draw closer in to home, I received an early-morning phone call and learned that the poet Deborah Digges died a week ago today. Deborah was my teacher in a way I can’t even begin to write about yet. I loved her. I am grieving, and the internet is not where to do that, not now. But I wanted you to hear her beautiful voice. She gave this reading just a month ago.
some strange Race/Wrecked, solitary, here-